I used to watch T.V and see the superstarsThree story mansions and fancy carsNow picture that a Geto Boy walking that life GComing up in a house full of negativityEverybody drinking everybody smokingEverybody cussin' and fussin' like hell I'm hopin'That I can raise up outta this messI'm too damn young to be distressed and oh yesI went and got what I thought was mineDid the crime the time and a mother fucker didn't whineBut fuck that shit the jailhouse ain't for meI got places to go and people to seewant to make millions and live to see my grandchildrenThat's the mother fucking dream that I'm buildingAnybody ain't with that can step the fuck backIt's 41 for the poor one never criesI used to dream about getting that cashAnd buy my mamma a crib and I did before she passedThe good life has no equivalentIt ain't a fantasy no more because I'm living it(Chorus x 2)Geto fantasiesI don't live here any moreOh no no no geto fantasyHe said he'd open opportunitiesBut to me ain't no open opportunitiesSo shut your Mickey D's down in my communities'cause it ain't helping feed me or my familyAnd that's the realaAnd you can give a twelve gauge to a niggaAin't got scrillaAnd now you got a born killerCap peelaAnd while you build your penitentiaries for my childrenI plant seeds for my childrenSo when they cross these roads you'll be preparedAnd never show no respect to these hoes that never cared forPlus they only come around to the black folksWhen they run they campaign and they lack votesOnce you vote em in they don't knowOnce you vote em in they can't do jack for youI guess it's true when they tell me you don't fight fairYou turn my ghetto into a seething messy nightmare(Chorus x 2)Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevantBut geto ways make murder imprevalentYou feel me?I been through many geto episodes all the sameWhen will niggas learn to use they mind and maintainSee you're always on the defenseRelying on your street senseI told you once to use them sense to make dollarsBot to make a mother hollerThat hard shit's kind a hard to swallowTomorrow there'll be more killings in the hoodFrom child abuse to drug dealings it ain't goodThey want to see us stuckShit out of luckCan't nobody ever say I didn't try to give a fuck'cause I did and I doThe rest is up to youNo matter what you do to your hood stay trueAnd you'll make itCan't nobody take itGeto fantasies become realities if you don't let em shake it(Chorus x 5)